Always and Never

Ariel Tanner believed that love was nothing but an illusion, a sick prank your brain pulls on you. But when she meets Harry Styles she begins to question everything she has put together about love. This frustrating boy was the only truly genuine person she'd ever met. How someone like him could even exist blew her mind. Harry, on the other hand, was amazed at how closed off Ariel acted. He made it his mission to knock down the walls she'd built around herself, because behind the flirting and the sarcasm, he got a glimpse of a girl that he wanted to become as close as humanly possible to. But did he really want to know everything behind those walls?

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19. Disney

I talked to Harry on the phone daily from Monday to Wednesday. On Thursday he was going to pick me up after work and I'd take Friday off. I mentally chastised myself for being so excited to spend all that time with him...

I smiled with fake warmth at my last customer of the night. It was a young man, probably early twenties. He was cute, blonde hair and brown eyes, though he was not even comparable to Harry.

“Did you enjoy your tea?” I asked before I cleared the table.

“It wasn't my favorite part of the night, but yes.” He answered. I took my bottom lip between my teeth, smiling. This was just too easy.

“Here's your check, I'll be-” I started.

“Here.” He interrupted me by handing back the little booklet, now with a credit card in it.

“Thank you, I'll be right back.” I said, making sure to touch his hand when I took the booklet from him. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. My flirtatious smile transformed into a grin full of mischief. I was sure to get a good tip from this guy.

“What did you say to that man?” Sophie, my coworker, asked me as I scanned the his credit card.

“Nothing really. I was just nice to him.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, I think we all know how 'nice' you are to the customers.” She scoffed.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” I shook my head. She grabbed my arm as I turned away to return the customer's credit card.

“First of all, I have eyes, and second there's a definite reason why you get better tips than everyone else.” She raised her eyebrows at me. She basically just called me a whore. This bitch had no right to try and tell me about my job. My jaw clenched as I ripped my arm from her grip.

 “You're right, there is a definite reason that you get worse tips than me.” I growled, my eyes raked up and down her body. Sophie's offended and clearly pissed off expression was all the satisfaction I needed. I made my way back to my last table.

“Have a good evening Mark. Come again.” I smiled, handing him back his credit card. I'd looked at his name, to flatter him. It was probably the oldest trick in the book. My hands quickly untied my apron as I walked away, glad to be rid of it. I didn't want to spend a single minute in that hellhole if it wasn't absolutely necessary.

“Wait!” Mark called from behind me. Shit, a confident one...

“So, I saw how you were looking at me, and I'm sure you've figured out by now that I'm into you...” He began, placing his hand lightly on my hip. A grin spread across his face. Every once and a while a customer would flirt back, I knew how to deal with it.

“I was wondering, if you want to just get out of here, come to my place.” He finished, lust in his eyes. He was getting uncomfortably close.

“I'd love that." I smiled, after a second I let my face fall as if disappointed, "I have the early bird shift tomorrow morning. I can't be late again... I'm sorry.” Despite my rejection, Mark's confident grin didn't leave his lips.

“That's fine, I like this place. No doubt you'll be seeing me around.” He winked, placing a 20 on the table he'd been at. Then he left, his head still held high. I heard him begin to whistle as the door swung shut behind him.

“Who was that?” a familiar raspy voice asked from beside me. I jumped, almost dropping the tea cup I held in my hand.

“Harry! You scared me!" I said, placing my free hand over my chest to feel the accelerated pulse, "He was a customer.” Before Harry could reply I ran to drop off the cup and my apron, in less than a minute I was back by his side.

“I saw him touch you.” Harry muttered, his eyebrows pushing together in concern.

“Is he another one of your exes? How many of these are we going to have to deal with?!” He continued, anger seeping into his words. [a/n Haha he has no idea: After 18 years readers, you know what I'm talking about ;)] 

“I don't know him, he just came onto me. It's no big deal, I turned him down...” I got my 20 pound tip off the table and put it in my pocket, ready to leave with Harry. He saw how much the man tipped me, eyebrows condensing further. I smoothed out the wrinkles on his forehead with my thumb, causing a small smile to appear on his lips. My lips met his in a quick peck, and then we were both in a good mood.

“I have a surprise for you.” He whispered in my ear, his grin widening. We chatted lightly out to his car, and on the way to where ever we were going. Harry ended up parking in the middle of a field. He got out before I could question his plan. I hurried to get to his side as we began to trudge up the hill in front of us. I gripped his hand for support.

“Are we hiking?” I asked.

“Nope.” He said, popping the 'p' sound.

“Your hands are so tiny.” He commented, looking down between us. My hand looked like it belonged to a little kid compared to his.

“No I think yours are just massive.” I laughed.

“Maybe. Better to hold hands with, right?...” He replied. I nodded, giving his mammoth hand a little squeeze. We laughed softly as we reached the top of the hill. There, down in the valley, sat a huge, orange and red hot air balloon. I felt my jaw fall open.

“Is this legitimately happening right now?” I asked quietly as I stared down at the magical looking thing.

“So you like it?” He grinned, beginning the walk down the hill.

“It's incredible...” I answered in wonder. It was like I just stepped into a Disney movie...

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